Loading ...THE OLIVER ANTHONY GAP : RICH MEN NORTH OF RICHMOND
TOM LUONGO IS EXTREMELY IMPRESSED : THIS IS A WATERSHED MOMENT
His Piece is paywalled
I’ll post it in the comments
https://twitter.com/0rf/status/1691957955250331924
Here is His Story for those who don’t facebook
‘Rich Men North of Richmond’ Artist Turns Down $8 Million From Stunned Music Execs, Says “Nothing Special About Me”
“Just like those once wandering in the desert, we have lost our way from God and have let false idols distract us and divide us. It’s a damn shame.”
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Morning Munchings: The Oliver Anthony Gap
So, this story just keeps getting better and better. Oliver Anthony’s folk anthem for what Gary North used to call “The Remnant” and what Ron Paul called “The Silent Majority” has not just jumped containment it’s become a living, breathing thing.
And I can’t overstate how important this moment is. It’s such a simple thing. And yet, simple truths speak volumes.
He turns down their money. In fact he spits on their offer. Because their offer was, in his words, “Bullshit Pay.” He’s worth 10 times that now thanks to spitting in their face.
It’s a moment where someone finally says, “It ain’t about the money. It ain’t about me.”
If you have any doubts about this, if your emotional armor goes up and you immediately start looking for the man behind the curtain, I’m going to do something I never do… I’m linking to *shudder* a Facebook page, so you can read this man’s story yourself.
Here’s the link. Stop reading my pablum and read his tale.
One of the very first blog posts I published on Gold Goats ‘n Guns back in 2016 was called “The Authenticity Gap.” There I identified why the Millennials would be the generation that would betray the establishment and hand Trump the Presidency.
This is a generation more aware of how screwed they are than mine was. And while their political identity is in flux– reared on diet of Comedy Central snark as a coping mechanism for the lying — they have a near obsession with natural things – real fiber clothing, lumberjack fashion, farm-to-table food choices, etc.
They’ve turned their Masters of Social Justice into Ph.D’s in Cocktails, Cappuccinos and Craft Beers… and bless their hearts. I can finally get a good whiskey sour when I visit my friends in South Florida.
At least now some of them are entrepreneurs.
Their cultural identity is one big cry for authenticity in a sea of smarm. Hillary’s authenticity gap is simply too big for many millennials to square with that value system.
And that’s exactly what happened. Many of them stayed home and some, guys like Oliver Anthony, voted for Trump. No political analyst had guys like him modeled in 2016.
He was 23 working double-shifts in a paper mill.
Now let’s come back to the present. Read that article again, sub out “Hillary” for the entire “Davos establishment post-COVID.” And tell me the same issues are not about to play themselves out again.
It may be with RFK Jr. playing the Bernie Sanders role while Trump keeps doing his thing. For the record, where you Spidey sense should be tingling is over Vivek Ramaswamay, who looks for all the world like a stalking horse for Davos to take up the populist reins once he tests well enough to replace Trump when they put him in jail next year.
Fight me, brah! But that’s astroturf right thar!
Today, the Millennials are even more shell-shocked than they were in 2016. They now have three instances of their Boomer grandparents stealing what little is left of their future in their PTSD files.
They can see these things for what they are.
Even their music has been inauthentic and they know it. My daughter, a first-year ‘Zoomer’ by the Fourth Turning model, tells me all the time, “Dad, our music sucks.”
Their music was purposefully vandalized just like everything else these people touch. Promoting ugliness and garishness is their MO, folks. Normalizing the absurd and the deviant is their obsession.
They lie all the time so they can blame it all on the excesses of ‘capitalism’ or ‘greed’ while they scold us like children for our simply breathing in oxygen and out carbon dioxide and turn our children against us and into literal zombies.
Their sickness is so staggeringly vast that they have weaponized our very existence against us, taking Catholic Original Sin doctrine and turning it into yet another form of psychological torture over plant food.
There can be nothing beautiful in the world again until we submit to their truly inhuman schemes.
They’ve stepped up their assault on us this summer, setting wild fires, terrorizing farmers, blowing up grain silos, killing dissidents and blaming all of it on Climate Change.
And now rumblings of another new deadly Canadian COVID variant is out there.
Until we submit to them, they will parade an endless series of Skinner Box buttons to take our fear and anxiety out on each other in acts of impotent rage rather than turn our eyes North of Richmond and East of Calais.
So, yeah, if I’m Oliver Anthony and I’m genuinely pissed off at this world, I look at that $8 million and piss on it too. Their dollars’ ain’t shit. But ours can change everything.
And that’s the thing that scares them more than anything else. All of us looking at each other as victims rather than rivals for a shrinking pile of cold comfort foods.
There is something so primal about music that cannot be quantified. It’s effect on us can’t really be studied. Properly executed the right song is a whole body experience. It takes us out of our heads and puts us right with ourselves.
Whenever I feel the most detached from the world it is when I realize I’m not listening to or making music.
The music industry is an even bigger garden of ashes than the movie or social media industries with production that is a flat and bombastic. It screams insecurity and oppression. They know that you know that it sucks just like a movie that gives you endless action to obscure the fact that there is no story.
It’s audio porn. And it’s as fake as the AI-generated thots on Instagram and the boobs on the chicks at Pornhub.
Recently I watched the sheer joy of a music producer like Rick Beato talking on YouTube about the production quality, the vast dynamic range of Tori Amos’ Little Earthquakes. He was nearly in tears at the mastery of the production, no less the songwriting. That alone tells you just how far the industry has fallen.
You don’t have to like Tori Amos to appreciate how a man like Rick can be so moved by this.
Everything is mid-heavy and in your face, compressed to hell with zero soundscape. There is zero chance to let the music breathe and worm its way in and bring you joy.
Music production today is crappy, cynically designed to trigger your brain into paying attention rather than stirring your soul.
And this is why Oliver Anthony cut through this noise so easily.
Just a guy with a great voice, a couple of Go-Pros, a rented $2000 microphone, a $700 resonator and, most importantly, something to fucking say.
Gorgeous in its simplicity. Powerful in its honesty. This is how you wake up the world. Not by blaring an emergency siren at them all day, but by speaking the truth in their ear quietly.
The media wing of the oligarchy learned a valuable lesson this week. And they probably didn’t hear a word of it.
Lies are expensive. The Truth sells itself.
Your days are numbered. The cycle has turned. We don’t want your money. We want our lives back that you stole.
Sir Fully,
This song, and the news around it, is the most heartwarming development this tumultuous month (for me personally), while the country goes to hell in a handbasket … as in the Biden “administration” and “family”.
GL
The song is awesome. I really enjoy hearing it. Not just because it has terrific lyrics but because its a really talented piece of music.
And look what this POS from “independent.co.uk” has to say! Just stunning!
https://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/music/features/rich-men-north-of-richmond-oliver-anthony-b2393994.html
STUNNING iNDEED…SICK FUCK NORTH OF SOMEWHERE NEEDS TO BE DRAWN AND QUARTERED